old words revisited

leitmotifs running non-stop in my head;
melted vinyl records.
over and over and over and over,
the glamorization of drug addiction.
film strips rolling before my eyes
make me forgetful.
can't wake the sleeping baby to ask
his opinion.
while the time-cat sits
wistfully in fur-coated
wisdom.

brain non-functional
and skin split open
to let the demons in.

endless tunnel vision.
reverberating hollow sounds
into concentric infinity.

i am alone.

shh.
still can't wake the sleeping baby,
cuz he'll spit acid
like a sprinkler quenching
mid july greenery.

just keep telling the
vanishing pigment face
that it will be okay.
kiss his face when no one looks
and disappear without a trace.

all the while
the Light One loves unintentionally.
but you still react,
muscle memory.